A Princess in my heart

Princess April 6, 1994 - November 7th, 2010

Yesterday I had to make one of the hardest decisions in my life. I had to put my dear Princess down. She was with me for close to 17 years. My friend, my confidant, my dearest sweetheart. It is so hard to explain how I feel and at the same time, I cannot express my pain openly without being criticized so I'm doing it here in the blogosphere where I hope that if no comment is ever posted in response, at least I know I've paid my respects to her. She came to my life a few months after my dad's passing in a time when nothing seemed to make sense. She was graceful, peaceful and just so charming to be around. She grew old and dependent on me. Always loving me unconditionally and not judging me. Ever. My heart is aching and it is going to take some time to heal.

I will always miss her.

I'm over-qualified.

I met a new client today. I was warned that he would be a very arrogant middle aged man that would try to scare me. I walked into his store prepared but not too nervous. As I wondered around the store (very high end) I realized I had forgotten his last name and I asked an employee for this info. and right off the bat, I could sense he was not a very liked man. When I finally made my way to him, he asked me right off from the get-to "why should I hire you??" I was taken aback, but without hesitation, I said, "quite honestly, because I'm over-qualified for this job" he was equally taken aback and we both smiled. He showed me what his project was about and I gave him a brief synopsis of what I could do. He was satisfied, and I walked away with my neck a little longer knowing that I WAS over-qualified after all.

Breathing & Reading

Rescuing Da Vinci: Hitler and the Nazis Stole Europe's Great Art - America and Her Allies Recovered It by Robert M. Edsel

My review

I have been drooling over the pages as I flip through and see Hitler's monolithic empire take shape. This book is a wonderful collection of photos of all the orchestrated mechanisms that were took place prior to WWII in oder to preserve, hide and rescue Masterpieces from France and Italy.


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Awake. Again.

In a smooth continuation of all things wonderful, I have decided to write on this blog as to share the streak of awesome-ness I've been living. For reasons unbeknown to me, I'm riding a wave of new-found energy that has kept me awake at night. There are a million ideas rushing right past my scattered brain and I'm jumping in best attempts to capture as many as possible. I want to share many here but not today. Today I just want to say that I'm very happy. again.

Eerie-tated.

Ladies and gents, it's officially Frustration Time.

No matter how much I do, or don't do, I feel like today has been perpetually irritating. As if the day did not have enough hours, they seem to be endless. Nothing seems to be going right, or anywhere for that matter. I followed my daily rutine with my tall caramel macciato. it sucked. I threw the whole thing away. I watched Dr. Zhivago at work (yes, that slow of a day) until the clock's hands reached their highest point alerting me of lunch. I stood very robot like and walked to the break room only to realize I had left my lunch back at home. I don't think I was even upset or hungry so I just sat there looking at others eat with such devotion to their meals. It has been rather odd to just be an observer. You know it's a crappy day when your 'highlight' of the day is reading a funny post on craigslist.org.
I wish, so badly I was out of here. out of this city. sigh*
nightime is here. I think I will go out. Or maybe I should give coffee an opportunity to make up for itself while I continue reading my henry miller book.

Been here....

I have that eerie feeling like I've been here before. Chances are, I have. Let's see how long it takes before I get tracked down by people....